Limericks are the only poems I can write because they don't have to make sense, and they're easy to write too.
I'll update this thing when I write more.
There once was a man on the moon
He floated there on a balloon
He wanted some cheese
Also, crackers and tea
There was none; he'll be coming back soon
I'm so hungry I could eat a cat
But it tastes just like a doormat
I have nothing to do
I want something to chew
I guess I'll just go with a bat